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For those of you who happened upon Rose Hill (that’s the original campus of Fordham University in the Bronx), I have only two words: Keating Second! Nevermind the memories and the fantasies, I’ve actually had dreams of this place. I wouldn’t go back to my teen years for anything but, if given the chance, I would return to Keating Second

Hasn’t happened but is it any surprise? Me, I’d have kicked the shit out of the guy and taken his phone.

Can I please get some advice as to hot to connect IRL with men on BZ? I have a couple of trips planned in the near future and would like to see if there are BZ men in those areas. I’ve posted on the Regional Forums but those seem hit or miss and I’ve never had terribly good luck using them to find action. (Helpful hint: Why bother maintaining postings in the regional forums for meet ups ‘when i Am in town’ after the event passes? Clear the space. Perhaps that will make those forums more user friendly?) is there a way to search for BZ members by location? Thanks for any guidance!

Correction: Typo Check in is 3pm on Thursday 3/19 i may check out River Street Club in the afternoon and save the motel room for the overnight crowd. I hope to god there is a steady stream of tops thru the night to fuck my anonymous ass. if any felchers want to hang out thru the night, help me get fucked and filled, then eat the loads from my ass, let me know! you can text me at 989 300 1450.

Yes!! Thank you for this comment. I thought I was just getting crap bottles but I barely get a buzz. Any advice would be appreciated! I really miss that feeling of flying high!

Sometime after that camping trip the friend invited me over to his house. We were gonna go fishing the next day. Had to leave early 5am the latest so we slept on the porch so he wouldn’t disturb his wife. That was the night he fucked me. He was a big guy. And he had the dick to match. Another disassociative state. The pain was incredible even though he did go slow and he did eat me for nearly an hour to get me ready. But it didn’t happen to me. I wasn’t in my skin. I hope I relayed these events factually enough. Not trying to be titillating. Knowing all that is necessary for the rest of what I have to add to this thread. Was this rape? Molestation? I have come to believe there is no single answer. I didn’t grow up and become a child abuser. In fact I’d probably murder someone who I knew tried to abuse a child in my charge, right or wrong. But, the analysis doesn’t end there. Somehow those experiences, some, all or one of them, affected the wiring in my head and body. For decades after I rarely got fucked. I was top. Loved to suck and swallow. But rarely bottomed. Now I can’t cum from a bj. I can fuck but it’s fine with me if I don’t. All I can think of, an incessant burning, overwhelming desire is to be fucked. Ideally to be taken the way I was that night on the porch (don’t know I have zero recollection of fishing the next day? But I vividly remember that he showered after he fucked me - let’s face it, there is no way he wasn’t getting dirty! And I shat out a huge load. I remember staring in the bowl amazed at it all! The end result, at least up till now, is that I seek out ever more dangerous situations to get fucked. Dangerous to my health and to safety. Often when I try a normal hook up the ‘top’ wants me to fuck him. I’m a masculine man, often mistaken for military or laW enforcement and my dick is still thick though not as long as it once was (too much fat I guess). The desire to be fucked, to be taken, distracts from everything in life. Is this healthy? Not at all. But the compulsion will not lessen. It seems to be getting stronger with age. And I am recalling my interactions with the Friend almost daily. Not in a specifically traumatic remembering, but in the way I crave to be overpowered, overwhelmed. And, because I have a strong personality, the only way I can come a bit close to recapturing that is to arrange scenes where I give up control. Dark rooms, hoods, bondage a couple of times - though I’d do that a lot more if I could find Men capable of pulling it off. That’s the other impact. I seek out Men. Men who look, smell, and act like Men. And today there are fewer and fewer of them. There is no way this isn’t all related. It’s one big reason why I don’t use the term ‘rape.’ That’s too strong for me. That should be used for clear instances of force or other manipulation. I can say that I was molested. That term fits. The wiring in my psyche was molested. Where it was somewhat orderly, the wiring got crossed. Love, cuddling, affection? I’m totally capable of that but it doesn’t translate to sexual expression. And sex, well, the less that has to do with affection, gentleness, and even conversation, then the more fulfilling it is. My psyche has been molested and even decades later I cannot reorder myself.

Difficult concepts to wrestle with and unlikely to be one standard answer or response. I was a terribly depressed child from the age of ten on. Lots of family trauma, manipulation, etc. Nothing sexual (wife beating, etc). At 15 (?) I went on a camping trip with my Dad’s friend. There were other kids (the friend’s kids) and a friend of his family. The way the tent arrangements played out I shared a tent with my father’s friend. The first night was standard. He offered a backrub. Then a chest and leg rub. I got hard. He started sucking me. I bolted from the tent. I ran to a tree in the darkness I was scared shitless. Didn’t know what to do, felt completely powerless, had no where to go. I went back to the tent and he resumed touching me and sucking. With therapy I’ve realized that this caused a disassociative state. My recollections of these events just moments apart are very different. In the first, I was there. And then I wasn’t. It was happening to me but it was as if I wasn’t in my skin. He was impressed (my dick is thick and back then I was real skinny which adds to length). He rolled on his side and I fucked him. The next day he managed to send everyone else off to go fishing and asked me to stay to help fix up the campground, collect firewood. I was a full participant in what happened that time. I shoved my dick in his ass while I deep throated him (skinny = limber). Swallowed his load and shot mine in his ass. Now, did he pick up that I’d be game? Perhaps. I was repressed, terribly uptight. But I’d also been playing with a kid in my class for awhile by then. Nothing serious but I did like dick and ass (though i couldn’t even contemplate being gay for another decade! ) Being gay came after I had to deal with the fact that I could be an adult Man. The male role models in my life were all pieces of shit. I didn’t want to be that. Then with therapy I realized I didn’t have to be. more to follow

Thursday, March 19, 2026 Red Roof Inn by Albany airport (Albany NY) I’ll be ass up. The door will be open. All night. Hoping to get filled till I’m overflowing! If you hear by please stop by. I’ll update with room number when I check in on Saturday! 989 three hundred 1450. Text me!

I need this so badly

I actually enjoy the pain.

Classmate from seventh grade. Probably around 11 (late birthday so I was always younger than my classmates). His name was Max and he initiated everything we did. I was a complete ignoramus and quite a prude as well. Started out as Truth or Dare game. Not that we had any Truths to tell! So it was all Dares. the first few times we sucked each other there was no cum involved. Maybe we jacked off but I don’t recall. What I do recall, quite clearly, is that Max told me that if the guy sucking relaxes his throat the dick can do deeper. I took to it like a fish in water but he never came. Then one day he was sucking me and I tapped the back of his head. That was our signal for ‘relax your throat and go down.’ I tapped and he went down. felt so amazing that I took both my hands, laced my fingers together across the back of his skull and held him there. As soon as his air supply gave out he tried to pull away but there was no way I was giving up the feeling! I found that when I pushed him down my dick went even further down his throat! Who would willingly end that feeling? Not me! Max struggled to pull away and I kept him in place with my dick in his throat. I swear to you when I shot my load I actually did see fireworks! I released him and he came up coughing and sputtering and gasping for breath. But there was no cum. I had literally shot my load directly into his throat. There was no need to swallow! Direct deposit! ah, good times!

Saturday 3/7 Red Roof Inn by Albany airport (Albany NY) I’ll be ass up. The door will be open. All night. Hoping to get filled till I’m overflowing! If you hear by please stop by. I’ll update with room number when I check in on Saturday! 989 three hundred 1450. Text me!

Saturday 3/7 Red Roof Inn by Albany airport (Albany NY) I’ll be ass up. The door will be open. All night. Hoping to get filled till I’m overflowing! If you hear by please stop by. I’ll update with room number when I check in on Saturday! 989 three hundred 1450. Text me!

Saturday 3/7 Red Roof Inn by Albany airport (Albany NY) I’ll be ass up. The door will be open. All night. Hoping to get filled till I’m overflowing! If you hear by please stop by. I’ll update with room number when I check in on Saturday! 989 three hundred 1450. Text me!

River Street Club? Or perhaps a good motel with easy access so I can leave the door open all night? Any tops available to be my doorman either tomorrow, Saturday or Sunday? looking for doormen and motel recommendations. thanks!

You get any help with your inquiry? I was going to post the same question

Had this hot, blond, well defined, bi 25 year old in Poughkeepsie hit me up on Sniffies. Really nice looking with a great ass to take my load. Hoping I get to meet him again!

Had a couple of blind friends but never a hook up. I wish!

Visiting the BB Hall of Fame March 2026 in town two nights looking for a ‘doorman’ to help me get fucked. please?

I need to go to Alberta….

The unspoken difficulty with embracing being that pig who wants to be bent over and fucked so completely that you get lost in it all is that places to be that pig have grown more scarce. And men are more shallow, I think, than they were. I blame the apps. Stats? Demanding face pics? How ridiculous. Here’s my hole, let me see your dick now let’s meet somewhere so you can fuck it into me. As Arnold famously said “Once the gay rights bill and the ERA is passed, my kind will be swept under the carpet. You know, like the blacks did to Amos, Andy, and Aunt Jemima!”

Where r u? Can you host this for me? I want this so bad

Any chance you are still interested in doing this ? Or anyone else? I desperately need a Doorman to facilitate this for me. Anywhere from Brooklyn to Albany! I’ll get there if you can host and help out. Thank you!

Done it three times. Three different truckers. Still waiting to find a Top Trucker.

Just read through this thread and am super surprised no one else named the NYC bar that was my first. A truly iconic place and I loved it - because of the atmosphere, I was entirely too much of a prude and in a really bad head space about sexuality in general and my own in particular. The Ninth Circle. if it existed today it would be a reason to go into the City. Rock on the jukebox. Sawdust on the wood plank floor. And, fortunately, no one asked for ID. Of course I was too young. The best kind of bar, a relaxed and relaxing place. No hype, no S&M (standing & modeling), none of the BS that I couldn’t stand then and have even less patience with today. i remember having a beer and wondering if anyone in the bar, other than me, knew the literary reference of the name, The Ninth Circle. What a brilliant name for a bar. My life’s biggest regret was that I was only an observer back then. I can’t even say I lived in my own skin. It was a universe outside of me that I was cordially invited to visit. And then I’d leave. Lost years to be sure but I also recognize the fact that it’s likely that I’m alive today only because I “looked at the menu but hadn’t ordered.” And even that makes me sad. Somehow I feel like I cheated all those who don’t make it. But they lived before they died. I was dead before I lived.